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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 2:58 pm
Alexis sneered after him. "There's a jerk," she muttered, hoping Erebus didn't hear. "Well, you heard him. We have to get out." Alexis turned to Ilroche.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:21 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
"Alright. Are we walking or...?" He sighed inwardly, glad that this goose chase quest was coming to a close.
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:45 pm
Alexis shrugged. "I don't care. Let's just walk." She felt a little awkward at the silence, but brushed it off and started walking.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:07 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
There wasn't much Ilroché could do besides nod and walk. He wanted to have some conversation, but didn't know what to say. Biting his lip, he noticed he stall had hold of Alexis's hand. "I'm sorry." Releasing his grasp, Ilroché flushed a light red and looked away.
(We need to have them address their feelings for each other.... The problem is they are both shy beyond words >.>)
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:15 pm
Alexis also just realized this. Rubbing her neck nervously with the other hand, she replied, "Er...it's okay, I guess." She looked the other way, also blushing like Ilroche, her usually pale cheeks slightly pink.
((How do we do that?
And don't ask about the neck rubbing thing, it's a habit I have.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:29 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
Ilroché shoved his hands in his pockets and attempted at a conversation. "So... What are you going to do when you get back to camp?"
(No freaking idea... Same, I always bite my lip and make my characters do it out of habit)
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:36 pm
Alexis shrugged, still rubbing her neck. "I don't know...maybe play some violin or something? Train? I don't know," she said, thinking of the boy she met in the music room. Mark, was it? Alexis pursed her lips. "How about you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:50 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
"Train, of course, but I don't know what else..." Ilroché thought back to their first night in that hotel room, that kiss he and Alexis shared and flushed even deeper, pushing the thought from his mind.
That will never happen... That kiss was a mistake on my part, a mere slip and betrayal of possible feelings... His heart skipped a beat, but he ignored it.
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:06 pm
Meanwhile, Alexis looked up. She thought of her childhood, how she broken in to the head of the orphanage's office to steal that violin. Alexis had broken the window somehow, simply took the violin and jumped out of the window. She had always wanted to treasure something, to keep it safe. Alexis thought of the kid who had tried to beat her up until he died by Alexis taking his own pocket knife and driving it into his temple. She winced at that memory. "I've never needed to train," Alexis said, thinking of that time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 1:52 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
"I somewhat doubt that." Ilroché remarked skeptically. "How do you keep in shape if you don't train?"
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:40 pm
Alexis scowled at him. "I mean," she said, hestitating, "I'm a natural killer. I think it's because of my dad. And," she pointed out, "I have asthma. It's not very convenient to be training with difficulty breathing every time you fight someone."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 2:15 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
"You're right, the asthma wouldn't help much, but why do you consider yourself a 'natural' killer?" Ilroché bit his lip, wondering if this topic might be a bit too personal to talk about.
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 3:48 pm
Alexis paused. "When I was seven years old, I killed someone at least twice my age and size. When I was pinned to the wall. I don't think most seven year olds can do that."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:18 pm
There's Blood On My Hands Like The Blood in You...
"I suppose you're right." Ilroché sighed, giving it little thought, for it was kind of an unnerving topic. He'd never liked death or killing people, but nowadays he didn't have much say in who died or lived by his hand.
...Some Things Can't Be Treated, So Don't Make Me Be Myself Around You
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 2:45 pm
 ((The closest image I could find to Alexis ._."))
Alexis was silent. She didn't like talking about her past. Alexis adjusted the headphones on her head and kept walking.
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